I fought with my dad on the phone and then came home and made a giant glass of spiced rum and apple cider because it’s fall and that means arguments and autumnal flavors and if I had a pumpkin pie in the fridge I’d eat the whole damn thing with reddi whip in a single sitting because I’m an adult and I’ll do what I want, and that includes overeating, crying on sidewalks, and dreading my goddamn birthday because it somehow ends up sad every year.